Lone Wolf of the Freljord

Lothar temporarily suppressed the complicated emotions in his heart.

The demon who killed Vayne's parents and the source of Frey's power, Lothar did not tell Vayne what she knew.

One is that he doesn't know everything himself, and the other is... He is afraid that this girl who has just rekindled hope can't bear it. He talks too much at this moment, and he doesn't know what the consequences will be.

"How long are they going to fight?" Wei En's eyes locked on the beacon in the distance.

"It's coming soon... it's coming..." Lothar put away her complicated emotions and began to pray for Ashe and Avarosa, "They will definitely win."

The two wounded people quietly waited for their most important person to return in triumph.

...

The fighting continued all night.

It was not until a milky halo appeared on the horizon and the sun was about to rise that a new flame signal was sent from the middle of the migration team——

Avarossa won.

Lothar didn't close his eyes all night, he kept watching the war in the distance, and he breathed a long sigh of relief when he was sure that the Horde had won.

Lothar collapsed weakly on the snow, without the slightest desire to stand up.

"No... I have to find Ashe..." Lothar groaned and sat up again, holding on to the eyelids that kept fighting.

He looked at Vayne next to him, the girl had fallen asleep a few hours ago, she was too tired.

Lothar checked Vayne's condition, breathing evenly, and the wound showed no signs of deterioration.

"Hey, wake up." Lothar gently pushed Vayne's shoulder, but she didn't respond at all. No matter what Lothar called, she fell asleep.

"Really." Lothar sighed helplessly. There were some things in his hunting pocket that could stimulate people to wake up, but after thinking about it, he still didn't use it on Wei En, "You've worked hard too, okay? have a rest."

Lothar stood up and took a lot of effort to carry Vayne on her shoulders. Fortunately, the girl was very light, otherwise Lothar would not be able to carry her with her broken leg.

Lothar limped and walked slowly towards the middle of the migratory procession.

The further he went in that direction, Lothar saw more and more corpses and wrecks. Some of the surviving furnace households were tending the tribe, or kneeling in prayer, and the atmosphere was bleak.

Lothar ignored this and went straight to the battlefield.

The degree of tragic here is more serious than he thought.

There are corpses everywhere, tribal warriors, trolls, frost guards, and animals like the Juvask boar...

The blood seeped into the snow, and the large tracts of snow were dyed dark red. Even if the wind and snow did not stop, Lothar could smell the dizzying strong blood smell.

No trolls or frost guards were alive on the battlefield. The warriors and shamans of the Horde were sweeping the battlefield, using spears to fill the enemy's body, and the shamans were healing the wounded.

Lothar saw Ashe.

Half of her silver hair was dyed with blood, and almost all of her body was dyed red. Blue light appeared in her eyes, and she was still sharing her vision with the Prophecy Eagle. The Zhenbing longbow in her hand was full of cold light, and the small area around her was completely frozen, blood red and ice blue intertwined.

"Ashe!" Lothar called his wife's name.

The young silver-haired War Mother turned her head and looked at him.

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The research on shape changers is indeed a very interesting topic.

Many people confuse shape changers with the vastaya race, but they are completely different definitions.

Vastaya refers to a group of people who have ancient bloodlines and have both human and beast characteristics, which is their natural appearance. But the shape changer is different, the shape changer refers to the transformation from a human form to a beast or even a magical creature through strange magic, and can quickly obtain powerful powers that humans should not have.

This kind of shape-changing magic is very unique and rare, and usually requires many sacrifices and cumbersome rituals, and some of the costs are so great that it is generally classified as evil dark magic. Much shape-changing magic has been lost, and only a small number of shape-changers remain in the Freljord in the northwest and Ionia in the northeast.

—Excerpt from Piltover University Dissertation Magazine article "The Magical Origins of the Shapechanger"

Chapter 89: Victory

"Lothar!" There was uncontrollable joy in Ashe's voice, the blue light in her eyes receded, and the longbow in her hand also restrained the cold light. She stretched her legs and ran towards Lothar, ignoring Vayne, who was lying on Lothar's shoulders, and slammed into Lothar's arms like a milk swallow who had been away from her parents for a long time.

"You're all right! Great!" Ashe hugged Lothar tightly against his forehead.

"Well, I'm fine." Lothar smelled Ashe's blood, but he didn't dislike it and kissed his wife's lips gently. At the same time stroking Ashe's arm, she used the True Ice weapon for too long, and the backlash made her arm red and trembling uncontrollably.

"It's great... it's great..." Ashe's shoulders suddenly collapsed, as if the strings that had been stretched all of a sudden loosened.

"Well..." Lothar asked Ashe to hug him quietly for a while, and asked, "What's the result?"

Ashe shuddered, let go of the arms holding Lothar, and said bitterly: "We won, but it was a tragic victory."

"How many warriors died"

"I used the Eagle Spirit to take a cursory look... Just in the battlefield here, at least 900 warriors and dozens of shamans died... As for the furnace household... Countless..."

Even though he had been prepared, Lothar was speechless when he heard the result.

Ash was sobbing softly.

The Avarossa tribe was just established and suffered such a blow, it was tantamount to stabbing a newborn baby in the stomach.

Lothar was silent for a while, and solemnly said to Ashe: "The result of the battle is already like this, we can't change it, but we must do well in the next thing."

Ashe wiped away her tears, her eyes were red: "Well... I know... If I can't appease everyone, Avarosa may be gone..."

"I believe in you." Lothar said, "The people also believe in you, take out the name of your Avarossa reincarnation, and do your best to appease the people's hearts. The rest will be discussed when we arrive at Lacoste."

Ashe thought for a while in silence, then nodded: "There is no better way now..."

Lothar looked at his wife's slender body. Although she was of ice blood, her shoulders still looked so fragile. She is obviously still an underage girl, but she has to resist the rise and fall of an entire tribe: "I'm sorry."

Ashe was stunned for a moment, then smiled forcefully: "What are you apologizing for..."

"If I can be stronger, maybe I can stay by your side and fight with you." Lothar looked apologetic.

"It's okay, Lothar." Ashe gently held Lothar's face, "it's okay, you just need to do what you can... All of us can only do what we can do... "

Ashe left this sentence, and then went to find the territories and shamans of various tribes. She still had a lot of things to deal with.

Lothar stood there for a long time.

He shook his shoulders lightly and said, "Is it fun to pretend to be asleep and eavesdrop?"

Wei En slid down from Lothar's shoulder, hugged the wound on his right arm, and said calmly, "I didn't pretend to be asleep, I just woke up when you were talking."

Lothar didn't say anything, and looked around: "Where is Frey?"

"What are you doing with her?"

"I need to know why." Lothar's eyes were cold, but there seemed to be a raging fire in the depths. "Why did the trolls and the frost priest join forces to attack us?"

"I can tell you." Frey's voice suddenly came from behind Lothar, without any warning.

Lothar was shocked. Although he was in a very bad state now, it was not that Frey was so close to him that he didn't notice it.

Lothar and Vayne looked at her at the same time, and Frey was holding a troll's head in her hand. She threw it on the ground and said indifferently, "The fish that slipped through the net, I just went after it."

Lothar suppressed the fear of Frey's strength in his heart. He wanted to step on the troll's head, but because of a broken leg, he was preempted by Vayne.

"Go to hell! You pickled bastard!" Wei En's eyes were full of ferocity, and he kept stepping on the troll's head as if venting, seeing that his mental strength didn't look like he was still injured. look.

"The troll's head is very hard, and you can't step on it." Frey said to Vayne, then turned to Lothar, "You are the blood alliance of this tribe's war mother, right? I want to see you. War mother, tell her something."

Lothar frowned: "A good thing or a bad thing"

"It's about the trolls and the Frostguard," Frey said. "It's very, very important."

"Can't you tell me first?"

"The situation is very complicated. The Freljord has become very uneasy recently. I want to communicate directly with your war mother."

"My wife, she's still busy with the post-war affairs, so tell me what's going on first."

Frey was silent for a while: "Can you represent your war mother?"

"No one can but me."

"That's it... But I really can't explain it for a while..." Fras thought for a moment, and said, "In simple terms... there is a king among the trolls."

...

The sudden attack of the Frost Guards and the trolls greatly damaged the vitality of Avarossa's migration team, and the number of people who could fight was directly reduced by nearly half, resulting in heavy losses.

Crucially, the victory in this war brought nothing to the Avarossa tribe - there was little to exploit on the dead trolls, and no one would touch the armor and weapons of the Frost Guards, because They are symbols of bad luck.

Under the command of Ashe, the migration team spent a day adjusting the formation, the entire team tightened a lot, and at the same time arranged for furnace households to dig graves for the dead warriors.

When it got dark again, Ashe, who had not slept for two days, dragged her tired body back to her and Lothar's tent.

Lothar was already in the tent, and besides him, Olaf and Vayne were also there, and there was a woman Ashe didn't know.

Vayne rested her chin with one hand and sat next to the strange woman, seemingly having a good relationship.

Olaf was wounded all over his body. This Rockfather berserker could be said to have killed the Quartet on the battlefield last night. Ashe estimated that he should be the one who killed the most enemies. In the end, the **** suffocation of Olaf even made Ah The warriors of Varosa did not dare to approach. But at the moment he sat down with his head down, as if he was sulking because he didn't die.

"Ashe." Lothar limped up to meet him first, "How's it going?"

Ashe smiled reluctantly: "I did my best, and now the morale of the entire tribe is very low, but we still have to continue to set off tomorrow, and we must arrive at Lax Stark as soon as possible."

Lothar nodded: "Your decision is correct... By the way, let me introduce it to you."

Lothar pointed to the strange woman: "She is Frey, Vayne's acquaintance, and she also helped us in the fight last night."

Ashe saluted Frey: "Thank you, Frey, for being willing to lend a helping hand to us."

Facing the salute of a war mother, Frey didn't say anything, just said to Ashe, "You are much younger than I thought."

"Is there a problem?" Ash asked.

"No." Frey shook her head. "I just admire you."

"There's nothing to admire." Ashe put the Zhenbing longbow on the weapon rack, took Lothar's hand and sat down together, leaning a little tiredly on Lothar's body, "If I am a qualified war mother, Not so many people died last night..."

"You've done enough." Lothar touched Ashe's forehead and kissed it.

Vayne looked at Lothar and Vayne without a word, tapping her fingers on the table boredly.

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Every year in the Freljord, new tribes are born. The refugees who cannot survive gather together, and if there is a leader who dares to stand up, a tribe can be declared. But in the same way, many tribes in the Freljord perish every year. No matter how powerful this tribe is, if there are no animals in the hunting grounds, no fish in the fishing grounds, and no successful plundering wars against other tribes, it is impossible to survive anyway. long winter.

Because of the constant alternation of old and new tribes, the Freljord's power map changes every year, and it is completely unpredictable which tribe will die and which tribe will rise.

- Excerpted from Ezreal's Travels of Valoran: The Freljord Chapter 6: A Chronicle of the Horde

Chapter 90 Bad News

Lothar hugged his tired wife tightly, her slender body was unable to exert any strength, and she was almost paralyzed in Lothar's arms.

Lothar said: "Frey said she knew why the trolls colluded with the Frost Guard. Frey, please tell us again."

Ashe was slightly startled, and immediately sat up straight, staring at Frey: "Do you really know why my tribe was attacked?"

Frey nodded. "I know."

"If you can tell me, the Avarossa tribe will never forget your kindness for generations!" Ashe stood up, a little emotional.

Frey waved his hand: "I don't need anything in return, I just tell you what I know. As long as you don't rely on the Frost Guard, then I will always be your comrade-in-arms."

Ashe took Frey's hand: "Thank you!"

Frey motioned Ashe to sit down and took a sip of water: "Where should I start? Let's start with the birth of a king from a troll. His name is Trundle."

"The King of Trolls" was not only Ashe, but Olaf was also interested, and came over to listen together.

Lothar noticed that Frey was using "he" instead of "it," which in Freljordian means—this troll king must not be viewed by the standards of beasts and beasts.

Frey continued: "I don't know when he appeared, but as soon as he appeared, he directly unified most of the troll tribes in the east."

"Mostly" asked Ashe.

"There are also a small number of troll tribes who do not want to be ruled by him, and they have been exterminated by him." Frey said.

Olaf's eyes lit up: "So wild! I like it!"

Lothar raised doubts: "Why does such a strong troll suddenly appear, is there anything special about him?"

"I haven't seen him with my own eyes, but I heard from the survivors of the Furnace tribe who were attacked by him..." Frey looked grim, "This troll is very fluent, smart and cunning, and even... Ice weapons."

Everyone took a deep breath. Even Vayne, who was a Demacian, learned about the power of the True Ice weapon while investigating the Freljord.

How terrifying the trolls and the Zhenbing weapons can be, just thinking about it makes people shudder.

Only Olaf became more excited, and his fists kept opening and closing.

"His weapon seems to be a giant ice popsicle," Frey said. "The survivors told me that the stick could freeze for miles on the ground," and it could even set off a blizzard when swung. . "